if this was already shared it is not my fault!

Gillovny Fans are NOT Gillian Fans and THANKS god for this

HYPOCRITE, MYSOGENITC AND THANKS GOD NOT HER FANS

Given the recent incident of leak of pictures of one of the Xfiles stars in Vancouver  I have been thinking about it.

When it happened to Gillian in Italy these same people   were so quick to judge her, her then already public boyfriend ( they started dating in Oct 2016). 

These same people went as far as creating lies about him. Lies based in small bits of information shared in the gossip press, to use it  to shape a bad image of him and of her.  Someone they knew very little about and only had interest to know to find some faults..God forbiden someone have faults. It may also be the reason why they need to protect someone reputation with such a cost…..

Now with the recent pics of DD and a young woman walking in Vancouver again they proved my point.. they dont like Gillian and woman in general. They just like people who can help to form a good image of what they idealize a PERFECT man can be.  If Gillian plays nice to this imaginary  she is THE BEST, if not she is THE BITCHI

They are hypocrits because they ask protection for one of the parts involved at the same time they keep senseless theories about the others.

They are vile because they not only stalking these people but also their  children information when they  openly discuss it to inform their baseless theories. They go as far as check how many followers a 23 years old girl has… and they are still shocked about the love life of a 24 being exposed???

VILE, HYPOCRITS and MYSOGENISTC… the same thing they acuse one of the parts to be is the reflex in the mirror. As soon as this news about DD came up, they decided to focus their attention again to the part they already trashed, coming with again other theories based in nothing but HATE.

So, thanks God they are not Gillian fans.

anonymous asked:

I once was walking home from school at midnight (because of a late school trip and my parents refused to pick me up) and some stranger slapped my butt. I know that sounds tame compared to all the other stories but I remember how violated I felt (since I was already upset at something else when it happened) and when I told my family and friends they thought I was overreacting or it was my fault. My Nan was the only one that cared and picked me up since she heard shout “fuck off” at the stranger-

-since when it happened, I was on the phone. She told me to go to the local supermarket and wait for my Grandad to pick me up. Anyway I guess I thought I’d share this since I remember how cavalier my friends and family were about it. They don’t seem to see that a slap on the butt is assault. I felt violated. This wasn’t like playful banter between friends, this was some random guy with his friend at midnight deciding to slap a vulnerable, crying teenage girl on the butt.-

I can’t remember their ages, I remember thinking not being sure if they were teens or young adults, but they were definitely older than me at the time. I just remember after telling my friends and family not bringing it up again or telling the school because I thought they’d think I was being stupid or frigid. Sorry that I’m venting this to you. I guess I’ve kept something so minor bottled up for years. It’s nothing compared to all the stories being shared, but I just remember how rotten I felt.

Don’t even apologize, everyone has incidents that stick out to them and I’m sure this was a pretty shocking introduction of the shittier side of humanity, and that includes the humanity of your friends and family. And it IS a big deal AND YOU ARE NOT FUCKING FRIGID FOR NOT WANTING STRANGERS TO TOUCH YOUR PRIVATE PARTS JFC. But frankly even if you were “frigid” who’s fucking business is that besides yours, because NO ONE has a right to your body besides you. And I know what you mean about it seeming small but feeling big. I like to exercise when it’s dark out because it’s cooler, and once I was jogging in my neighborhood at like 5 in the morning. I saw a car’s headlights turn on to the road behind me but after a few seconds I was like WTF why hasn’t it passed me, so I turned to look behind me and the car is right next to me and the dude inside is staring at me with his window down. I stopped and whipped my headphones out and said “can I help you” and he took off, so it wasn’t that much of an incident but it always stuck with me because of the overt threat and because I was completely alone and couldn’t have done anything about it (and also because I apparently reflexively go HAM when I feel threatened by someone).

“Platonic” Bed-sharing: A Snowbaz Fic

In which there is much Snowbaz fluff. 

Disclaimer: All characters and locations belong to Rainbow Rowell!


“Snow. No”

“Snow yes!”

Simon Snow is a complete nitwit. Baz thought.

The two boys were at a standoff. Baz always knew that Simon was plagued with nightmares. Some nights the sound of the curly-haired angel of a boy would keep him up until faint streaks of sunlight drifted through their bedroom door. He had never gone off in his sleep though. This was certainly new.

“Please Baz! My spine is too fucking boney to sleep on the ground. Do you want me to be miserable all night?” He was pleading now, his blue eyes wide, accentuating his freckles.

He was standing there in their chamber looking like an innocent child in a too-tall body. He was hugging a spare blankets and a pillow to his chest. His lanky, skinny limbs looked even skinnier in his baggy Watford pajamas. All his scone eating hadn’t done anything to increase his weight. Must be the pressure of seventh year getting to him.

“As a matter of fact, yes I do want that.” Yes, get bruises all over your perfect back you idiot. That’s what you get for being so attractive.

“If you don’t share your bed I’ll make sure you’re miserable all night too!”

It was a measly threat to Baz. He was already miserable enough every night to have the Mage’s Heir tormenting him through his presence every day and night. He rolled his eyes and smoothed out a single wrinkle in his bedsheets.

“Don’t ignore me! It’s just for one night. I won’t even touch you, I promise.”

Baz fluffed up his pillow. He could physically feel Simon’s glares.

“Come on man! S’not my fault Watford doesn’t have any spare beds lying around!” There was an intoxicating electric tingle to the air. Simon was getting too worked up about this. “If I have to sleep on the ground because of you I will go off on your bed and we’ll both be cold and sore from sleeping on the fucking stone floor.”

That was certainly a threat Simon could get away with doing, despite the anathema. Damn him. Baz thought.

“Okay. Fucking fine!” It came out more harshly than Baz intended.

Simon took a step back, the threads of his magic retreating immediately. It was certainly frightening how closely tied Simon’s magic was to his emotions.

“Thanks. I promise. This is just for tonight. I’ll build a spare bed myself if it means I don’t have to sleep with you.”

Baz snorted. Simon. Building something. Now that would be something. He sighed in annoyance as he realized sharing a bed with Simon would make it extremely difficult to sneak of to drink tonight.

“I’m going to change into my nightclothes. Make yourself at home, Snow.” He said sarcasm dripping from his voice like water from a leaky faucet.

Simon nodded. He looked exhausted.

Baz went to change his clothes in the bathroom. He stared at his own grey eyes in the mirror. His pupils were dilated and if he had more blood in him, he would probably would look flushed. He felt a surge of nervousness and anticipation.

Sharing a bed with Simon Snow. Simon fucking Snow. How on bloody earth am I supposed to not kiss the moles on his neck if he is bloody next to me?

This would certainly be a long night.

Emerging from the bathroom, Baz saw Simon fixing up a sheet to work as a divider in the middle of their already small twin bed.

“What the fuck are you doing Snow?” Baz asked incredulously.

“I thought it’d be more comfortable if there was a like… physical barrier between us.”

“Whatever floats your boat you nitwit.”

Baz carefully folded his Watford sweater, placing it in a drawer, and hung up his trousers. Then he stood by his bed, eyeing a reclining Simon.

“I promise I won’t bite or go off on you tonight Baz. And don’t even think about doing anything to me. Anathema, remember.”

Baz rolled his eyes and climbed into bed. He laid on his side, facing away from the boy he wanted to kiss ever since they met. Simon had already turned out the light. It was just the two of them now. Lying side by side. Lit by moonlight.

This would be incredibly romantic if were an entirely different pair of boys. And both gay.  Baz thought.

He heard Simon sigh. He could feel heat radiating of him in waves. He was so hot. Baz didn’t understand why Simon even bothered to use a blanket. He was already a walking furnace. In more ways than one. Baz swallowed, bit his tongue and did his best to repress the urge to turn and kiss the living hell out of Simon.

Moments passed in silence. Simon’s breath faded into a rhythm. But it wasn’t how he sounded when he was sleeping. More like he was relaxed.

Baz was not relaxed. It felt like every atom of his undead existence was on edge. He was going to have to spend at least eight hours lying like this with the boy he loved and wanted most lying next to him. This was all a terrible mistake.

A gentle touch and a whispered “Baz!” made his entire body flinch. The hand immediately retreated and Baz immediately wished it back.

“Blimey Snow! What the fuck do you want?” He turned to look at the boy.

It was a mistake.

Simon looked ethereal. His eyes were soft and tired. His bronze hair was silver and shone under the starlight. His lips. Crowley his lips looked devourable.

Baz swore he felt his vampire heart have a seizure in his chest. He was tingling all over. This was a mistake. He should just go stalk the Watford grounds and sleep under a tree or some shit. Even a cold Autumn night spent outside would be better than this infernal torture.

“Baz. Why are we like this?”

“Like what, idiot?” Baz spat a bit.

The bead of saliva landed on Snow’s pillow. Baz wished it had landed on Simon’s face. Then he wished he hadn’t thought that.

“Why do we hate each other?”

Baz sighed in exasperation. But some force he wasn’t entirely in control of made him turn completely onto his side and face Snow full-on.

“I don’t know! Maybe my parents hate your adopted father because he stole all that was good from our family?” Baz’s words raised in volume. 

He was getting annoyed.

Annoyed that Simon looked so calm. Annoyed that they could kiss right that moment Annoyed they weren’t kissing. Annoyed that it was even a possibility in his mind. He wanted to glare at Simon. But he was so tired. And thirsty.

This was a mistake.

Simon was silent for a moment. He seemed to be studying the wall behind Baz. Then he was studying Baz’s face and time seemed to stop.

“I’ve just been thinking a lot, Baz. None of this stupid rivalry makes any sense!”

“Welcome to the real world.”

“Sure. But right now. I’m scared.” Simon’s voice was getting soft and small.

He was so small and pale and delicate in that moment. Baz felt an insuppressible need to protect him. It made his heart feel like it could burst out of his chest and fly away.

“Scared?” Baz found his voice was getting softer now too.

Why. Why? He needed more control than this. Everything that was expect from him wasn’t what he really wanted. He had to stop his feelings. But he couldn’t. He had made a terrible mistake.

“I’m scared of the Humdrum. Of losing the people I care about. Penny. The Mage. Agatha. You.”

Baz coughed in suprise. Not a sarcastic cough. A genuine “what-the-fuckity-fuck” cough.

“I’m scared of sleeping tonight because I don’t want to wake up and find that I’ve destroyed everything I love.” Simon looked almost like he was going to cry.

“Are you afraid you’ll go off again tonight?” Baz asked.

Simon nodded ashamedly. Baz didn’t really feel concerned that Simon could hurt him. He felt concerned that Simon was sad. They laid there in silence, staring at each other.

Then, then, Simon took the sheet that was separating them, cast it aside, and flung his arms around Baz. Baz was too shocked to react for a moment. He couldn’t exactly fathom how this moment was real. Slowly, he wrapped an arm back around him.

“S-simon?” He managed.

“Sorry.” He muttered into Baz’s shirt. “I think I just needed a hug.”

“You want a hug from your mortal enemy in a bed?”

Baz could feel Simon sigh in response. Then he drew back but not that far back.

“I don’t know.”

“Alright.”

They stared at each other. Baz knew his eyes probably looked as wide as Simon’s did. What did this all mean? What was Simon trying to accomplish through this? Did he know how Baz felt and was trying to manipulate him?

Manipulation or not, whatever Simon was doing was working.

Simon’s hand encircled his and he froze.

Physically and mentally, he froze.

Baz had so many questions. So many demands to make.

Why did Simon care about him?

Why on earth did Simon think hugging the boy who had only made him miserable would accomplish anything?

Why were they holding hands in a bed?

What the fuck was happening?

Why were they not kissing?

They should kiss.

He wanted Simon to kiss him. He wanted to kiss Simon.

“Simon?” He whispered.

“Kiss me.” Simon whispered back.

And he did.

Favors - pt. 3

Group : BTS

Member : Min Yoongi 

Genre : Best Friend!AU, smut, first time, fluff

Word Count : 4,549                                                            

Description : You wanted to know, how giving a blowjob would feel like since you were quite inexperienced in it. So why not use your best friend Yoongi as a test object?

A/N : so since I got a lot of asks about Favors pt. 3 I decided to rewrite it, even when I tbh totally forgot about it. So, here it is. I hope you like it! :) 

pt.1 | pt.2

Originally posted by kuromel

You knew something had changed a week ago when your eyes met your best friend’s intense gaze after another, usual session of sensuality. It was a gaze he had never looked at you with, nor at anyone else before, not even his former lovers. A gaze that sent shivers down your spine, made your knees wobble, and which felt more intimate and intimidating than all the meaningless acts of pleasure you had done on each other for the past few weeks.

There were no feelings nor emotions except for lust and desire rushing through your veins, filling your hazed minds with nothing but the animalistic hunger for the blissful peak you were always craving like opiates. But once the heated moment faded, when your heartbeats were slowing down, you’d go separate ways, thinking not much of what just happened. 

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Aldo The Teddy Bear

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 2185

You rolled over violently and looked at Jensen, his snoring keeping you awake as he laid there. You furrowed your eyebrows, grabbing for your pillow with thoughts about smacking him with it filling you up with enough peace to put you back to sleep. But as you gripped the corner of your pillow, another thought came to mind. Releasing the pillow, you spun around and grabbed your phone off the nightstand and pulling the charger out of it. Bringing up the camera, you began recording, putting you on the screen with a snoring Jensen just behind you.

You stared at Jensen on the phone for a solid ten seconds before releasing a sigh. “I love you, Jensen. Even if your loud snoring keeps me up at night, I’ll still love you. I’d rather be dead tired than to not sleep next to you. Love you, baby.” You turned around and kissed his cheek with a loud mwah before turning back to your phone and stopped the recording. You snuggled back into bed and forced Jensen’s arm around you, smiling widely as you closed your eyes and tried to fall asleep despite the snoring in your ear.

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You’re the child we would have had anyway, Simon. You were ours, in every way. And none of it is your fault. 

[…]

You came on the solstice. And you came so easily, I swear you didn’t want to cause me any more pain. […] I loved you before I met you, and I loved you more the moment I held you. And I never meant to leave you so soon.
I never would have left you.

Simon, Simon.

My rosebud boy.

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

(;A;) 

Storms (Chapter Six)

One of my favorite chapters. Couldn’t wait to share it with you guys. The healing is wonderful and the sweetness is wonderful. Love these two.

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Enjoy :)

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So it still wasn’t easy, not even close, but things were getting better, finally.

Thor made three meals a day, and true to his word, Tony ate a little bit each time. Sometimes he was sick almost immediately after, and other times, he would rub his stomach with a sort of pleased look on his face and Thor would grin so broadly he thought his face would split.

Thor made him go outside, taking walks to get fresh air and sunshine on his face until Tony’s cheeks were red and his hair was windblown. Tony even started coming along on grocery trips, picking out what he wanted to eat, even going so far as to pick out things he could cook, and every once in awhile Tony would make a meal just for Thor.

He smiled more, never those heart stopping, full on charming grins from before, but small private smiles just for Thor in little moments of humour or when Thor was being especially sweet.

They kissed most days, when Tony would tug on Thor’s hand shyly and tilt his head up for one. Most times he wouldn’t kiss back, just smile a little and pull away. But sometimes, something would spark between them, and Thor was helpless against it, when Tony would suddenly kiss him back eagerly and make that soft little noise like he was desperate. Those were the moments it took a large amount of Thors self control to pull away, those moments when Tony was pressing against him for more, scratching his nails down Thor’s chest and nipping at Thor’s lips to deepen the embrace.

Thor stayed with him almost every night now, too, as long as Tony was sober. He refused to sleep in the bed if Tony was drunk, not willing to put either of them in a position to go too far and give Tony a reason to be upset in the morning. The bad days were coming fewer and farther in between, and Thor counted each good day as a victory.

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A short little future-take from Pure that literally no one asked for but you’re getting it anyways because it got stuck in my head after someone on here wrote a post about waking up in a hospital and smiling because the person you love is sitting there asleep, but whatever, the muse is fickle and I have learned not to scoff at her gifts. RATED M for brief smutish content. If you’ve read the whole story, fear not! There is very little angst here. If you haven’t read it, you probably won’t understand all of the references but that shouldn’t detract too much from enjoying what’s below.


I spent enough time wandering this hospital when Sarah was assaulted to know exactly where I’m going. Three quick turns left and one flight of stairs up. I even know which board to stop at, scanning the names for the one I want, my stomach twisting when I find it next to the number 12K. Ironic.

Turning on my heel, I charge down the hall, right past the nurses’ station.

“Miss…Miss! You can’t be on this ward unless–!”

I whirl around to face the nurse, barely holding back tears, arms crossed over my chest to keep my heart from crumbling to ash in my chest. Fucking hormones. She balks at the look in my eyes, but I don’t need her calling security on me so I huff and manage to get myself somewhat under control.

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Bound II

A/N: THE STRESS LEVEL IS THROUGH THE FUCKING ROOF. I had to re write this entire thing bc my computer shut off and deleted the draft. I promised you guys part two today soooo here it is! Thanks for all the love! We’re almost at 300 followers, yall! Thats the craic lol. Enjoy!


Y/n is lying in her bed, still only dressed in a purple blanket but the biggest grin is plastered on her face. She and Harry had formally introduced themselves to each other; they found out that they actually live in the same town. Y/n began to talk about how insane this all was but the conversation quickly drifted off to irrelevant topics. Now, she’s listening to him blabber on about his week and she can’t help but wonder how or why she’s come to enjoy this.

How did she somehow normalize the fact that she can talk to somebody through her mind? How could she actually be interested in this guy’s personal life after knowing him for less than two hours?

“So..I got it fixed but now I feel like I should just buy another car if the engine is gonna keep failing, ya know” he shares, but she’s too caught up in her thoughts to realize he asked her a question. “Y/n, you there?” he chuckled. She snaps out of her daze and apologizes. “I’m so sorry I was stuck in my head” she breathed.

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The Jig is Up

A/N: An anon request for a fic where the team is playing truth or dare and the reader gets dared to deepthroat something. The team is shocked, but Spencer isn’t. I wonder why that is? ;) @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch

Warnings: Smutty talk and acts, no actual sex.

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It wasn’t often when the BAU got drunk, but when you did…goddamn, did shit go down. Secrets were spilled - some remembered, some not - the dares went through the roof, to the point, where Penelope had once dared Morgan to run naked across a local football field, which he’d done, covering his undoubtedly delicious nether regions unfortunately. Best part of that was, you remembered it happening, but Garcia couldn’t remember a damn thing from that particular night. 

When you were as close with a group of people as you were with your team, when it came time to let loose, you all let it all hang out. On this particular night, Garcia, JJ, Emily, Morgan, Spencer and yourself, had gathered at your apartment with the intent of drinking away a particularly tough case.

After three shots of tequila each, truth or dare was suggested. Spencer and yourself weren’t really into it, considering you had a shared secret you didn’t want exposed, but if you didn’t go along with it, people were going to wonder why, so reluctantly, you gave in. 

Emily had been first up and chose dare, much to JJ’s joy. The door was to go up to the roof and flash the world, which she’d done with absolute joy. “Alright, Chocolate Thunder-,” Penelope said, already a little wasted (she was always the easiest to get drunk).

“I am not running across a football field naked again,” he said, his words on slightly slurred. “Not my fault your drunk ass can’t remember.” Her face fell, hopes dashed. She closed her eyes, willing the memory of Morgan’s perfect butt to return to her brain, but nothing. “Plus I pick truth this time.”

“Okay, gimme a minute.” She leaned into JJ and whispered in her ear. 

“That’s a good one.”

“Alright, my sexy Morgan, have you ever had a threesome?” Morgan laughed, his head flying back as he downed another shot.

“Is that all you wanted to know about me? The answer is yes…once…in college. Your boy had a good night.” He started showing everyone some of his moves before you all took another shot. It did NOT surprise you that Morgan had had a threesome before. 

Spencer was up next. He had no idea what to choose. “Truth,” he said reluctantly. As Emily, JJ and Garcia huddled into each other, thinking up the perfect truth for Spencer, he hung his head in his hands, bracing himself for extreme embarrassment - these were the only people he’d consider being so vulnerable with.

“Okay, Reid,” Emily said with a smile. You imagined it was the same smile that she donned when going to her sin-to-win weekends. “Your truth is…have you ever had sex outside?”

You knew for a fact that he’d had sex outside…because you’d been there…and it had been you he was fucking on the beach at midnight. Before answering, he poured himself another shot, his fourth, and downed it. “Yes,” he smirked. “And that’s all you’re getting.”

“Ow ow!” JJ screamed, falling into Emily’s lap as she pumped her fists in the air. “Who knew Spencer Reid was such a risk taker?” Morgan gave him a congratulatory slap on the back and Garcia just wiggled her eyebrows at him. 

“Okay, Y/N,” JJ said. “We have had some particularly scintillating conversations that lead me to believe you enjoy giving head.”

Well, there was no denying that. “Yup,” you shrugged. 

“Prove it.”

“You want me to randomly whip out a dick and start sucking?” You snorted, eliciting laughter from everyone around you. Even Spencer allowed himself a chuckle at that. Frantically, JJ started looking around your apartment for something to simulate a penis. 

“Of course not, but it’s just something I need to know.”

You could feel Spencer’s embarrassment at your side. It was taking everything in him not to smile. There had been many a time since you started dating five months earlier that you’d been on your knees before him. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?” With a smug smile, all three ladies shook their heads and Morgan was downing another shot.

“I mean I’m not gonna stop this,” he said with a laugh. 

Hopping up off the floor, you went to the refrigerator and grabbed one of the desserts you’d made earlier in the week - chocolate covered bananas. “Will this do?” you asked sleepily. Now you had Spencer’s attention. Oh, this was fun. 

“Absolutely.”

With another shrug, you moved your head to the side. The banana was a tiny bit over six inches long. You opened your mouth and heard the whooping and hollering of your friends as you tasted the chocolate. It was about five inches before you felt like you were going to choke…you could go further, but you wouldn’t. Silently, you thanked the gods for giving you strep throat constantly as a child, because it had forced you to have your tonsils removed - definitely made things easier.

As you pulled it out of your mouth, everyone cheered - everyone except Spencer. His face was so red and the desire to crack a smile was overwhelming. You bit into the banana as you sat back down on the ground. No sense in wasting the deliciousness. “How the fuck do you do that?” Emily asked. “What is your secret?”

“I had my tonsils out as a kid,” you laughed, taking another bite. “I’m sure that helped.”

Everyone laughed as you violently bit into the banana again, making Morgan cringe. “Reid, you’re so quiet,” Garcia said, poking him in the side. “What’s wrong?”

“N-N-Nothing,” he said, his mind still clearly somewhere else. “I-I’m good.” Without realizing it, his gaze stayed on you for a moment longer than it probably should have if your secret was to remain kept. “Just drunk.” He smiled and did his best to shake off the image of the banana. 

“That’s not it,” JJ said. “There’s something else…You weren’t quite a few moments ago, but then…” Her eyes went wide. “Y/N’s dare came up and you stopped talking…”

Everyone’s mouths dropped open. You were done for. “Oh. My. God.” JJ slapped her hands over her mouth. “You’re? You? Y-”

For a moment, you both vehemently denied it. You hadn’t exactly wanted to divulge your relationship yet, but the jig was up. Spencer’s smile broke. “Really, kid?” Morgan screamed. “Someone has up close and personal knowledge of Y/N’s mouth!”

You started to snort and Spencer’s face went beat red. “How long has this been going on?” Garcia said as she propped herself up on her knees. “Is it serious? Friends with benefits? What’s happening?”

Your face started to warm up at their questioning and Spencer couldn’t look anyone in the eye, so you sidled up to him and put your head in his lap. “We’re serious,” you said softly. Spencer bent down to kiss your hair as Morgan exclaimed again, slapping Spencer’s shoulder even harder this time.

“Who the fuck knew? Reid? Y/N? Jesus!”

Maybe if you gave everyone a few more shots they’d forget this by morning…

Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 11

Two chapters in one week! You may or may not be feeling lucky by the time you get done with this one. No amount of pleading or bribing will have me posting 12 sooner than next Thursday. Thank you @diversemediums and @outlandishchridhe for being such wonderful collab partners on this!

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Sassy Stark Pt.2

Pairing: Dad!Tony x Daughter!Reader, a bit of Cap, Nat, Vision and Sam on the side

Warnings: Some angst, mention of a character death

Word count: 1,100

A/N: This is part 2 of this series - beta’d by the beautiful @fandommaniacx. I love writing dad!Tony and this might seem a bit like filler (which it sorta is I guess) but it gives a whole lot more inside into the relationship of the two main characters. 

Part 1 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7

Originally posted by gayirongirl

The little bookshop on the corner had been your safe space ever since you moved to New York. You came in practically every day and yet fell in love with it over and over again each time you visited.

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loveisalaserquest17  asked:

It feels a bit silly to come to your inbox since we're actually chatting but you're good and you're indulging me in this, so. I'd like to have a comparison between songs harry wrote, like a timeline of his writing characteristics, something that shows how he's grown in term of songwriting, and maybe a little flash forward to his solo album? I know you've already made posts about SG, IICW and WITW, but maybe you could sum them all up and starting from the origins? And including Don't let me go?

Thank you for this ask, Julie!

I looked through the list of songs available to the public for which Harry shares writing credit. 

2011: Taken, Everything About You, Same Mistakes

2012: They Don’t Know About Us, Summer Love, Still the One Irresistible, Don’t Let Me Go

2013: Story of My Life, Happily, Right Now, Something Great

2014: Just a Little Bit of Your Heart (for Ariana Grande), I Love You (for Alex and Sierra), Not Our Fault (for Gavin Degraw)

2014: Where Do Broken Hearts Go, Fool’s Gold, Night Changes, Stockholm Syndrome, Change Your Ticket

2015: Perfect, If I Could Fly, Olivia, Walking in the Wind, AM

2016: Someday (for Michael Buble)

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No Choice

  “Oh come on, don’t be like that.”

  Harry rolled his eyes playfully, looking at you as he crossed his arms with his eyes welcoming you when you entered the shared bedroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, making him pout when you entered without a kiss and let alone a look.

 “S’not my fault my team defeated yours which made me won the bet fair and square!”

  He yelled when you already entered the bathroom and closed the door slightly, already knowing that everything’s half-forgiven but you couldn’t shrug off that you were so determined to win the bet, only to lose to a cheering Harry.

 Although, he couldn’t shrug either that maybe you weren’t joking and is really upset with him, making him immediately double-think on what to do before you finish up and go out to face him.

  And as soon as you walked out and looked at the floor with the intention to make Harry pout even at he thought so simple as this but is still equally as important, stopping when you found the pillows in front of your feet as they were scattered frantically awhile ago.

 Harry came grinning mischievously, opening his arms wide as he mentally praised himself by thinking of throwing down everything to be hugged to your chest except for him in the last minute and was almost fool-proof given by his actions that would make you go with it.

  “No choice but to cuddle me, love.”

Pandora’s Box

A BakuDeku La Corda d’Oro AU because leaving me in a discord chat about BakuDeku gives me too many plot bunnies *sides eyes this entire blog*

To those who don’t know La Corda d’Oro, it’s an anime/manga about a school with a normal and a music track education. In the original, a girl in the normal track got dragged into joining the school music competitions by a fairy who gave her a magic violin that anyone can play as long as they believe.

In this AU, Deku already knows how to play the violin. He grew up with Kacchan who also plays the violin. Due to an accident when he was in middle school, Deku’s entire right arm is injured and although he will be able to use it in everyday life after physical therapy, according to the doctor, he will never be able to play the violin again.
Going into high school, while Katsuki gets into the music track, Deku enters the normal track of the same school in his blind hope of still being able to play the violin at some point and transfering into the music track later. Deku’s dreams are answered when he meets fairy!Allmight (lol) who gives him a magic violin that anyone can play as long as they believe. Luckily, if there’s anything Deku can do, it’s believing in his dreams.

I have a rough outline of this story up til the end already (so rough it’s missing chunks hahahuhu) so I might write a fic at some point lol. If I can’t write it I’ll probably just dump the outline here because thE ANGST IS REAL and I like sharing angst ¯\(ツ)/¯

Danvers Sisters (+ Maggie) Aftermath (2x21)

@ophelias-heart wrote: “Kara deals with the aftermath of the invasion. Mon-El put up no fight and left all too easy. The toll of the population life in Alex’s hands vs Kara, her hesitation leaves her distraught. They comfort each other, maybe Maggie looks after them both.”


She didn’t expect him to stay with her. She didn’t even want him to.

But damn, she expected him to fight harder than he did.

It was his mother, after all. His girlfriend, his mother, his people.

She didn’t abandon her people on the front lines when her family was the one trying to take over the city, the planet.

Not even when it almost killed her. Not even when it almost killed Alex.

Alex, Alex, Alex.

Alex is the arms she runs to when the dust settles, and Alex is the home she goes to.

Because Alex is the sanctuary she needs.

Maggie’s there. At Alex’s apartment.

Because Alex is her sanctuary, too.

And Alex has both of her sanctuaries right here, right now.

And right here, right now, Kara doesn’t have the energy to process what it means to have to share Alex after crises.

Right here, right now, she’s just grateful that Maggie is curled into an armchair, eyes downcast, giving the sisters the time they need. For each other.

“I could kill her for you. Marsdin. For forcing you to make such an impossible choice.”

Alex grins faintly and shakes her head, her eyes red and her voice thick.

“Maggie already offered.” Kara nods at her over Alex’s shoulder, from her position curled into Alex’s chest, and Maggie shrugs.

“But it wasn’t even her fault.”

“It was, Alex – “

“No, I mean… Kara, think about it. One person, versus the world? I’m a soldier, it’s my job, I shouldn’t have even hesitated. But on the other hand, it was you, Kara, you. And I shouldn’t have even considered pushing it in the first place.”

Kara sits up and strokes Alex’s hair, wipes Alex’s tears. 

“Alex, your two biggest instincts are protecting me and protecting basically everyone except yourself. She knows that about you. Marsdin. If she wanted someone to commit genocide against the Daxamites, she should have pulled the trigger herself. Or, Rao, at least given the order to someone who kinda has a grudge against me. Make the decision easier.”

Alex chuckles wetly and rests her forehead on Kara’s temple. “I could have lost you, Kara. And it could have been my fault.”

“You’ll never lose me, Alex. Ever. I promise you that.”

“But I almost – “

“Almost isn’t gone. I’m right here, Alex.” Kara pulls back and frames her big sister’s face in her hands. “I’m right here. And Maggie’s safe, and J’onn’s safe, and Lena and James and Winn are safe – “

“And your boyfriend is now your ex, right?”

“Alex – “

“No, Kara, he abandoned you. And this was far from the first time he – “

“Alex.”

“Kara?”

“Why did I do that?”

“Why did you stay behind to try to convince Rhea to surrender? Because that’s what you do, Kara, you – “

“No. Date him. Why did I do that?”

Alex sighs and Maggie shifts up from her chair and pads into the bedroom to place a call to Jessy the Pizza Guy (who, of course, she’d checked up on after the attacks, and who’d gotten through it just fine). This was going to be one of those nights.

“Kara,” Alex whispers, and it’s her turn to smooth her sister’s hair out of her face. “The kind of pressure he put you under… and he was from your home – sort of – your past… you couldn’t break his nose by kissing him… Kara, that stuff is – “

“Ugh.”

“I love you,” Alex offers, because Maggie’s better at this part than she is.

As if on cue, Maggie kneels beside the couch. Beside her Danvers girls.

“I ordered pizza and potstickers,” she offers, and Kara smiles through tears like Maggie’s the MVP of the year.

“And also, Little Danvers, listen… you’ve surrounded yourself with people who would easily die for you. Alex. J’onn. James. Me.” Kara and Alex both tear up when Maggie includes herself, and Maggie stammers a bit at their overwhelmed and overwhelming response before continuing. “Hell, Cat Grant. And Winn? You saw him, Kara. He was crawling out of his skin, even being in the same room as Lilian Luthor. But he powered through, and he did that for you. And Lena? How hard Lena fought to get back to you? You’re surrounded by people who love you. And we just went through the end of the world together. If you only lost one person to betrayal and selfishness, you really haven’t crafted a bad family for yourself.”

“You’d die for me?” Kara asks, and Maggie nods without hesitation.

“Alex needs her sister,” she tells her, and Alex shudders and pulls Maggie up onto the couch and into her lap.

“Don’t you go anywhere. Either of you.”

They promise Alex they won’t, they won’t, they won’t, and after pizza and potstickers are demolished and hours’ more tears are shed, Maggie holds them both – Kara pressed against one side, Alex curled on and slightly over the other – until their tears dry and their breathing evens out and they dream of flight unmarred by missiles and love unmarred by massacres.

One Shot #6

Title: Drunk

Ship: Slight Sam x Drunk!Reader

Prompt: None

Description: The Reader and Dean are drinking at a bar close to the motel when they challenge each other to shots. Across the bar, a man notices her when she wins and makes his own challenge with her, leading her her intoxication. The man drops her off at her motel room and Sam has to take care of her.

Warnings: Intoxication, Mentions of the Daddy kink, drinking

Word Count: 2,092

Master List

Ever since she began hunting with the Winchesters, she was going out to random bars with the oldest, Dean. Dean didn’t mind having a drinking buddy for a change and (Y/N) didn’t mind that Dean flirted with anything that walks when he was drunk. Of course, they had no attraction to each other whatsoever, it was still hilarious to hear the pickup lines Dean could come up with when he was completely hammered.

One time, around November, the two were at a bar connected to the motel together. For being a small bar, this thing was almost filled up to the brim with travelers, lonely men, and just people looking for a drink. It was loud but not the loudest bar that the pair had been to. Dean and (Y/N) were seated at the counter on stools, challenging each other to whiskey shots that Dean didn’t think (Y/N) could handle. “I’m going to make a bet right now,” (Y/N) began, picking up her first shot and holding it near her mouth, “If I can get all five of these done before you, you have to let me drive ‘Baby’ to the next hunt when we’re done with this one.”

Dean smirked, thinking she wouldn’t be able to. Every time they went to the bar, (Y/N) usual ordered “chick drinks”, as he put it. There was no way she would be able to handle whiskey shots, let alone five straight. With a chuckle, Dean picked up one of his shot glasses and mirrored it to (Y/N)’s. “Deal.” Was the last word before they downed their glasses, (Y/N) slamming hers down first and reaching for the second one. Not even a second later, Dean slammed down his and grabbed his second. Of course, (Y/N) shot that one faster than the first, ignoring the burning feeling traveling down her first.

As she moved onto her third and then fourth, Dean stared at her as he moved on to his third, definitely slower than her. Picking up her last and final shot, she downed it and slammed it on the table, meeting her eyes with Dean’s who just finished his fourth. “God d-,” Dean hickuped and covered his mouth, “God damn, woman. You hustled me!”

(Y/N) smirked, taking pride in her work. “The only reason I’ve been getting ‘chick drinks’ was so I could finally trick your ass.” Her words were slurred, leaning on the counter for support. Rolling his eyes, he took his final shot and laughed, “Well you did and it won’t happen again, I promise you that.” (Y/N) smiled, before placing her hand on Dean’s shoulder, “Okay, Winchester. I think we’ve had enough, let’s head back to the motel before we get completely hammered.” Just as she twirled around in her seat, a tall, handsome man walked up behind her, a sweet smile on his face. “Hey there.” She raised her eyebrows, trying to make it seem like she wasn’t as drunk as she really was.

“Hey, I saw you across the bar take those whiskey shots like water. That was… incredible.” He sat next to her in the stool, looking to Dean and smiling at him. “I’m Troy, by the way.” He held his hand out to the both of them and they shook it one by one. “I’m (Y/N) and this is my friend, Dean.” He brushed aside his dark hair revealing a set of deep brown eyes, ones you could get lost in if you looked for too long. “Nice to meet you, (Y/N).” He gave a little side smile before he began again, “Mind if I buy you a drink?” As nice as it sounded, (Y/N) shook her head and turned towards Dean. “I think I’ve had enough to drink for a while.” She chuckled, Dean smirking once he realized this guy was trying to pick her up.

“Well, I’m going to turn in.” Dean stood up and stretched, giving (Y/N) a little wink before leaving the bar, leaving her with the Troy guy. She turned back towards Troy, a smile across her lips, “I guess I could have another.” She sighed as Troy ordered another round of whiskey shots. “Oh come on, I’ve already had five, I can’t do ten! I’ll die of alcohol poisoning!” (Y/N) giggled, as he split up the ten shots and pushed five towards her.

“I want to see if you can win against me.” He smirked, fidgeting with a shot glass. “What do I get if I win?” She was already starting to feel the effects of her first five. If she has five more, she won’t be able to walk properly. “If you win, I’ll escort you back to your room and leave you alone for the rest of the night.”

“And if you win?” She knew there was going to be a catch with this guy. Troy leaned in to whisper in her ear. “We ditch this place and go back to my room.” As handsome as this guy was, (Y/N) wasn’t one to have one night stands. She had to be in a relationship with her partner and know if he had anything that could be spread to her. Being on the road with an itchy private area doesn’t really sound like a good time. Sighing, she thought for a second. As handsome as this guy was, she didn’t really want to spend the night with him. She had to win this even if it would kill her.

“Deal.” Her words left her lips and he began the countdown when she picked up the shot glass. Three… two… one.

She shot down the glass at the same time as him. This guy was definitely faster than Dean, challenging her to keep going. She slammed down her first glass and grabbed the second, slamming that down just a little faster than him. Her third went down roughly but she still put it down and moved onto her fourth by the time Troy was done with his third. The fourth was smoother, but still burned. The effects of the first round with Dean was really dawning on her, making this a little harder than it should be. When she slammed down her fifth and final shot, she looked up at Troy who was amazed by her, putting down his fifth a little after her.

“God damn girl, you really must not like me.” He chuckled. The contents of (Y/N)’s stomach threatened to make themselves visible. Cupping her mouth as to not puke all over this guy, Troy took it as a sign to take her back to her room so she wouldn’t be sick in the bar. “Why did you make me do that?” Her stomach churned as Troy hopped off the bar stool and paid the tender, helping her off.

She held onto his shoulder, her legs feeling like spaghetti as they walked out of the bar. “I didn’t make you do that, you agreed to it. Honestly, I thought I would be the one winning.” He laughed, his legs starting to shake as well. “God, I hate you right now.” She slurred. As they made their way to the strip of motel rooms, Troy turned to her, hoping he would get a proper answer out of her. “What’s your room number, sweetie?” He chuckled as (Y/N)’s hand traveled up to his neck. “But there’s people in my room, don’t you want to go somewhere more private.” The drink was definitely taking control of her mind.

Thinking about it for a second, Troy shook his head. “You’re too drunk. I wouldn’t forgive myself if we did anything, sweet cheeks.” (Y/N) frowned as she told him her room number and they stumbled down the walkway to it. Troy knocked on the door, Sam answered it not even a second later. “She belong to you?” Troy chuckled, motioning towards the girl leaning on his shoulder. “Sadly, yes.” Sam rolled his eyes and helped (Y/N) into the motel room, the darkness compared to the outside lights disorienting her. “Thank you so much for bringing her back.” Sam shook the man’s hand and smiled.

“No problem, Bud. It’s kind of my fault she’s this hammered anyways so it would only be fair if I got her home safe.” Troy smiled before turning away and walking back to his own room. Sam closed the motel room door, noticing that (Y/N) was already in his bed. “(Y/N), that’s… my bed.” Sam sighed, accepting that they were going to have to share even though it was agreed that he was have his own bed this trip. The trio usually switched off once in a while every trip so they wouldn’t go insane with the lack of space between them.

Rolling his eyes, he walked over to (Y/N)’s side of the bed, looking down at her. “Do you have to go to the bathroom?” He asked, this time more cautious of drunk (Y/N). Last time she got hammered, she ended up peeing in the bed, too drunk to even know what she was doing. (Y/N) looked up at the tall man and nodded. Sam chuckled before helping her up out of the bed and over to the bathroom on the other side of the motel room.

“I’m not pulling your pants down for you, so you’re going to have to figure that one out on your own.” Sam opened the bathroom door and helped her in, looking her in the eyes as she smiled. “Aw, I was sure you wanted to, Sammy.” She slurred, making Sam roll his eyes. He never liked drunk (Y/N). She was more flirty when she was drunk… and definitely more horny. Whenever she got drunk, she would unwillingly crawl into one of the boys beds and try to cuddle with them and touch them.

As much as Sam had a crush on (Y/N), he would never take advantage of the girl when she was intoxicated. “Just go to the bathroom so we can go to bed.” Just before he closed the door from the other side, he heard (Y/N) whisper something. “I’m sure you do want to get me in bed.” Sam scoffed. Her attempt at flirting when drunk was horrible, even worse than Dean probably.

Across the room, he heard Dean moan, waking up. “Sammy?” Dean sat up in the bed, not as drunk as (Y/N). “Yeah, Dean?” Although he was the youngest, Sam felt like a parent whenever his brother and friend got drunk. They always acted like children. Sam walked across the room and sat on his bed. “Is (Y/N) back? Please tell me she is.” Dean rubbed his forehead, worried about the girl.

“Yeah, she’s in the bathroom.” From the looks of it, Dean was beginning to sober up after a quick nap. “Okay, good. I kind of left her with that guy. Really stupid of me.” He sighed, “Is she okay?”

“Hammered out of her mind, but she’s good.”

“Oh, that’s bad.” Dean looked up at his brother’s face through the darkness. “Yeah, I know. She’s not going to want to sleep tonight. Meaning I’m not going to get any sleep tonight because she’ll be all up on me.” Sam rolled his eyes when he heard her yell come from the bathroom. “Saaaaaaaammmmm! I’m done!”

Dean chuckled and pointed towards the bathroom. “Better go get your girlfriend.” Sam scowled at his brother as he stood up from his bed and crossed the room to (Y/N) in the bathroom. Opening up the door just a crack, Sam didn’t look before asking is (Y/N) was decent. “Do you have your pants on?”

“Sadly.” She piped up, leaning against the sink as Sam stepped in and helped her out and to his bed, tucking her in. “You would be a good dad,” (Y/N) smiled before taking a second to think, “Daddy.” Dean erupted into howling laughter at her words, sending a red tint to Sam’s face. Thank god it was dark in the motel room because Dean would never let it go that Sam was blushing to being called ‘Daddy.’

“Just… go to bed, (Y/N).” Sam rolled his eyes and tried to shake off the blush before crawling into bed on the other side of her, hugging the edge of the bed as tightly as he could to prevent further awkwardness. But, it wasn’t long until (Y/N)’s body was up against his front, curling up and pulling his arm around her. The only thing he could do was hope that sleep would come and (Y/N) would be sobered up in the morning.

Disney Songs {Sentence Starters}

  • “It’s a small world after all.”
  • “Now I really wish that I knew how to swim!”
  • “It means no worries for the rest of your days.”
  • “I’m in the mood to help you, dude!”
  • “You’re a spineless, pale, pathetic lot!”
  • “A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down!”
  • “Wish I could be part of that world.”
  • “A dream is a wish your heart makes.”
  • “I wonder why I didn’t see it there before.”
  • “What’s around the river bend?”
  • “How does she know you love her?”
  • “There’s more to see than can ever be seen.”
  • “I will never pass for a perfect bride.”
  • “Let me share this whole new world with you!”
  • “Zero to hero, just like that!”
  • “Go on and kiss the girl.”
  • “If there’s a prize for rotten judgement,I guess, I’ve already won that.”
  • “I’ll make a man out of you!”
  • “When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are.”
  • “You ain’t never had friend like me!”
  • “I will be here, don’t you cry.”
  • “It’s not my fault! I’m not to blame!”
  • “In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun.”
  • “The cold never bothered me anyway.”
  • “Tell me, princess, now when did you last let your heart decide?”
  • “I thought my heart had learned its lesson!”
  • “It’s she who holds her tongue who gets her man!”
  • “You’ve got to show her you need her.”
  • “I’ll be there someday, if I can be strong.”
  • “For one so small, you seem so strong.”
  • “Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?”
  • “Be mine or you will burn!”
  • “Barely even friends, then somebody bends unexpectedly." 
  • "They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.”
  • “Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat?”
  • “Let’s get down to business!”
  • “They say ‘have courage’, and I’m trying to!”
  • “I won’t say I’m in love!”
  • “Now I’m in a whole new world with you.”
  • “Come, stop your crying. It’ll be alright.”
  • “When will my reflection show who I am inside?”
  • “I have often dreamed, of a far off place.”
  • “Do you wanna build a snowman?”
  • “He’s the earth and heaven to you.”
  • “Everybody wants to know their true love is true."